Jazz (We've Got) - Re-Recording

Rough, rough, rugged
 Tough like a nugget
 Listen to the Abstract Poetic, dont snub it
 The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger
 Dont front on the lyrics or the two cuz its danger
 you like a junkie, youll flip like a monkey
 To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because Im funky
 I get down, down like a fly hookers panties
 Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny
 I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly
 Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they rhymes is smelly
 See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return
 Listenin to these lyrics when its hot will make it burn
 Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens
 The skies up above, the one you think of
 Is the highly regarded, hell of the people
 Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal
 So if ya wanna do it to yourself
 That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
 Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it
 Thats your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it
 I refuse to catch a L in a battle
 Cuz yo, I got the jazz and Ill whup a rappers (ass)
 Into little next to nuthin
 Test me if Im frontin
 Im passin flyin colors cuz yo
 I am that brother that can rock
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
 We've got the jazz
 We got the jazz
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
 We've got the jazz
 We got the jazz
 Come on, Phife
 No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)
 Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs
 I got style, grace and razamatazz
 Im like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo
 I add pizazz, now
 Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness
 But now its time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
 Im still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw
 The first punk that tries to flex, Ill be cracking your jaw
 Ill mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff
 Dont ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped
 Im forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite
 To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight
 Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2
 Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo
 All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, dont sleep
 Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat
 Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some
 Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none
 Dont ever try to step to a kid you cant get with
 Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?
 Im a negro, hes a negro, wanna be a negro too?
 But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do
 I love jazz, but that doesnt mean that Im timid
 Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
 We've got the jazz
 We got the jazz
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
 Come on
 Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz)
 Come on
 I go ooooh,,,, there they are there
 We've got the jazz
 We've got the jazz
 We've got the jazz